West Coast - Homeboy Sandman

Shelter and heat and doesn’t seek much else

Featured in the sneak attack

Go to hell and back 'fore I repeat myself

Precision to double knot a junkie vein

From tying up hostages

My diet is lozenges and monkey brains

Agent of Hades wading through the red waters

Disillusioned and rueful and quadruple edged sword

Another clash, another classic down a massive drain

Gene Kelly dancing in the acid rain

Beneath the moon I penned the music for the village getting raided

Play while lickin' shots, I’m still in shock from ewing getting traded

While the Natives toast to better days, sippin' lemonade made from the water

where I waded

Meanwhile I’ll be looking down till all the mushroom clouds have dissipated

After that I’m looking 'round frowning at the nightmare I’ve created

Seemingly random as a fallen leaf

Convincing vics to cut the shit and play some chicken is like pullin' teeth

Beneath the willow tree, my back against the trunk

I quench my thirst for blood and think up everything I ever thunk

I lace my trainers where they run amok and never runner up

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Word up

Sharpie for taggin' up my new forcefield

Inside my beard I got a 3-course meal

Inside my pad I got a tube that gets 2000 different channels on demand beside

the shelf I keep the pebble that I snatched from out your hand

I keep a Bounty paper towel to soak the blood from out my eye

I spit a watermelon seed and knock a drone from out the sky

So, when some nitwit tryna dim your light I be the stimuli

La la da da la da la da

Okay

I moved ahead from being on another level

Bout to brush up on the steps I use for dancing wit the devil

Bout to go and cop some alka seltzer tablets for the seagulls

Bout to sneak into a thousand different movies at the regal

All the while I win entire tournaments without no cornermen

As soon as that gets boring then I’m born again

I’m speaking for the people that just wanna light a match and watch it burn

Who always peek at hide and seek and hardly speak except for speaking out of

turn

I’m tryna break a curse

Instead I only make it worse

I don’t get flustered

Fuck it I’ma make it work

I’m dealing with bruises and concussion from celebrity discussion

And seen Atreyu get KO’ed by the nothin'

Tomorrow I’m drowning rubber duckies and smashing pumpkins and kickin' puppies

in public and then hopefully gettin' lucky

I’m folks wit Moses, Jesus, and Moe and Larry and Curly

The freshest pair of kicks will one day be dirty

And currently recording the cure for the common courtesy

Each and every sentence is from serving a different sentence concurrently

Time that never soften

Another nail for the coffin

Imposters is accosted often and early

Thoroughly

I was at it early on in the A. M

Catching some rain or catching some rays

Came up wit the cavemen

I’s already rocking Ray-Bans in the playpen

Incognito

Ego id superego

Wit the ah-men all day credo

Wit the bald head no chemo

Trapped where everybody dress the same like the end of 3 Amigos

But everybody know your name and that’s neato